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Like to Lysander, sometime, frame thy tongue,
Puck. My fairy Lord, this must be done with hafte,
Ob. But we are fpirits of another fort;
, notwith tanding, hafte; make no delay; We may effect this business yet ere day. [Exit Oberen,
Puck. Up and down, up and down,
Goblin, lead them up and down.
Enter Demetrius. Dem. Lyfander, speak again; "Thou run away, thou coward, art thou fled? Speak in some buh: where dost thou hide thy head ?
Puck. Thou coward, art thou bragging to the stars,
Dem. Yea, art thou here?
[Lies down For if but once thou few me thy gray light, I'll find Demetrius, and revenge this fpight.
Enter Puck and Demetrius. Puck. Ho, ho, ho, coward, why com'it thou not?
Dem. Abide me, if thou dar'ft: for well I wot, Thou runn'it before me, shifting every place; And dar't not stand, nor look me in the face, Where art thou?
Puck. Come thou hither, I am here:
this dear, 'If ever I thy face by day-light fee. Now, go thy way; faintneis constraineth me To measure out my length on this cold bed. By day's approach' look to be visited. [Lies down.
Abate thy hours; fine, comforts, from the East; That I may back to Athens by day-light,
From these, that my poor company detest; And sleep, that sometimes shuts up forrow's eye, Steal me a while from mine own company. - [Slepo
Puck. Yet but thrée ? come one more;
Bedabbled with the dew, and torn with briars,
defires : Here will I reft me; 'ull the break of day: Heav'ns shield Lysander, if they mean a fray! [Lies down.
Puck. On the ground, feep sound,
[ Squeezing the juice on Lysander's eye.
every man should take his own, In your waking shall be shown. Jack shall have Jill, naught shall go ill, The man shall have his mare again, and all be well.
[Exit Puck. [Tkey sleep.
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ACTIV. SCENE, continued, the Wood. Enter Queen of Fairies, Bottom, Fairies attending, and
the King behind them.
While I thy amiable cheeks do coy,
Bot. Where's Peafeblofom?
Bot. Scratch my head, Peafeblofom. Where's monjiior Cobweb?
Bot. Monsieur Cobreb, good monsicur, get your weapons in your hand, and kill me a red-hipt humblebee on the top of a thistle; and, good monsieur, bring me the honey-bag. Do not fret yourself too much in the action, monfieur; and, good monsieur, have a Care, the honey-bag break not; I should be loth to have you over-flown with a honey-bag, signior. Where's monsieur Muffardfeed.
Muft. Ready. Dot. Give me thy neafe, monfieur Muffardfeed; pray you, leave your curtefy, good monsieur.
Muf. What's your will?
Dot. Nothing, good monfieur, but to help Cavalero Cebweb to scraich. I must to the barber's, monsieur ; for, methinks, I am marvellous hairy about the face. And I am such a tender ass, if my hair doth but tickte me, I must scratch.
Queen.What, wilt thou hear some musick,mysweet love?
Bot. I have a reasonable good ear in mufick; let us have the tongs and the bones.
Rural Mufick : Tongs, &c. Queen. Or say, sweet love, what thou desir'n to eat. Bor. Truly, a peck of provender ; I could munch your good dry oats. Methinks, I have a great de fire to a bottle of hay: good hay, sweet hay hath no fellow,
Queen. I have a venturous Fairy that fall seek the squirrel's hoard, and fetch thee new nuts.
Bot. I had rather have a handful or two of dried pease. But, I pray you, let none of your people ftir me; I have an exposition of seep come upon me.
Queen. Sleep thou, and I will wind thee in my arms ; Fairies, be gone, and be all ways away : (22) So doth the woodbine, the sweet honey-suckle, (23) Gently entwilt the maple ; ivy ro Enrings the barky fingers of ihe elm. Oh, how I love theehow I doat on thee!
Enter Puck. 06. Welcome, good Robin ? Seeft thou this sweet light? Her dotage now I do begin to pity : For, meeting her of late behind the wood, Seeking sweet favours for this hateful fool, I did upbraid her, and fall out with her ; For fhe
' his hairy temples then had rounded With coronet of fresh and fragrant flowers ; (22)
and be always away.) What was the giving her attendants an everlasting dismission: No such thing; they were to be fill upon outy. I am convinc'd, the Poet meant ;
and be all ways away. 1. c. disperse yourselves, and Ecout out severally, in your wateb, that danger approach us from no quarter. (23) "So dorb tbe woodbine ibe Sweet boreyfuckle
Gently entwif; the female ivy, so
Enrings the barky fingers of ebe elm.) What does the woods bine entwif? Why, the boneysuckle
. But ever till now the honey. fuckle and the wondbine were but two names for the same plant. But we have now found a support for the woodbine, as well as for the ivy. The corruption might happen thus ; the firft blunderer isr writing might leave the p out of maple, and make it male ; upon which the acute Editors turn'd it into female, and tack’d; it as an
epithet to ivy.